Science Fiction - On A Dying Earth Poem by Paul Warren

The air that night had a different ring
In scarlet and gold hues that dusk did bring
We faced the sky and saw the silver craft depart
As they trailed golden fire as the rocket motors spark

They were the last of the dying earth's chosen few
As we drew lots to find a new world to start anew
It started when the earth's magnetic field started to die
And the life giving atmosphere was draining from the sky

There was but one chance for the human race
To find a new home in god's good grace
So the best scientists came together to make the call
And chart a space voyage to have us survive it all

So they start their journey with hopes on high
To a twin earth planet judged as best to fly
And the rest of us are left to do the best we can
On a dying earth at the end of man's plan.

© Paul Warren Poetry